Post by Hellion on Apr 3, 2019 0:25:23 GMT -5
Taking the outer post, Stag kept pace with Leaf, relying on his long legs to keep up with her faster trot. The heavy bird being carried by Roar and Sky while Moth carried the smaller bait prey. The group had been fairly large given the fact they had venture down in Clan territory. Across from him as the other post wa Starless, making a total of six tribemates heading home.
While he hadn't been the one to take down the large bird, he still felt a surge of pride knowing the tribe would easy plenty.
"What's the smell?" Leaf complained, nose scrunching in disgust.
"That's the gathering smell, when the moon is heavy the clans gather to talk," Stag answered his attention turning toward the meeting place.
"Oh, that's cool I guess," She replied but Stag didn't seem notice. He had stopped walking, causing Leaf to stop as well. "What' wrong?"
"I uh..gotta do something real quick. I'll catch up," He told her, taking off in the direction of the gathering place. Leaf called out to him but he didn't bother to slow and instead pushed himself to sprint.
Skidding to a halt, his nose worked overtime to pick out that muddy scent. The one he could remember Cinderpaw having. Curious if the tom was still around, he tried to find the scent.
It took longer then he expected but sure enough he found it and fluttering in his chest started up. The prospect of seeing Cinderpaw again making it easy to forget he wasn't heading into friendly territory.
Abandoning his fears at the gathering place, Stag followed his nose and a fluttering heart. Doing his best to avoid falling or tripping over unknown territory, he paused when he came to the spot that the scent was strong.
Tempted with his curiosity to venture inward to the NightClan marked land, he remembered Cinderpaw's warning. Deciding he had some time before the other's started to worry, Stag decided to wait. Tail flicking back and forth, he studied the area around him waiting for any cat to arrive and maybe send for Cinderpaw.
While he hadn't been the one to take down the large bird, he still felt a surge of pride knowing the tribe would easy plenty.
"What's the smell?" Leaf complained, nose scrunching in disgust.
"That's the gathering smell, when the moon is heavy the clans gather to talk," Stag answered his attention turning toward the meeting place.
"Oh, that's cool I guess," She replied but Stag didn't seem notice. He had stopped walking, causing Leaf to stop as well. "What' wrong?"
"I uh..gotta do something real quick. I'll catch up," He told her, taking off in the direction of the gathering place. Leaf called out to him but he didn't bother to slow and instead pushed himself to sprint.
Skidding to a halt, his nose worked overtime to pick out that muddy scent. The one he could remember Cinderpaw having. Curious if the tom was still around, he tried to find the scent.
It took longer then he expected but sure enough he found it and fluttering in his chest started up. The prospect of seeing Cinderpaw again making it easy to forget he wasn't heading into friendly territory.
Abandoning his fears at the gathering place, Stag followed his nose and a fluttering heart. Doing his best to avoid falling or tripping over unknown territory, he paused when he came to the spot that the scent was strong.
Tempted with his curiosity to venture inward to the NightClan marked land, he remembered Cinderpaw's warning. Deciding he had some time before the other's started to worry, Stag decided to wait. Tail flicking back and forth, he studied the area around him waiting for any cat to arrive and maybe send for Cinderpaw.